18. Sharing Bibi Dong's Taste

Qian Renjue looked up at Qian Renxue in the distance, a beaming smile on his face.

He ran towards her, ecstatic, eager to share his joy.

"Sister, Sister!"

Qian Renjue waved his hand, his short legs running as fast as they could.

"Jue!"

Qian Renxue dropped the wooden sword in her hand and hurriedly speeding up.

The siblings ran toward each other, meeting in no time.

"Sister!"

Qian Renjue lifted his arms to hug Qian Renxue, but she, with a bit of anger on her face and breathing heavily, scolded him:

"Jue, where did you go? Why didn't you wake me up... ah! Mmm—"

Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking, Qian Renjue, in his excitement, grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. Their sweet breaths mingled as their lips brushed lightly against each other for a moment before parting.

Qian Renxue's face flushed pink as she gently touched her lips, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Jue, what are you doing?"

"Sister, it's Mom's taste, Mom's taste!"

Qian Renjue happily hugged Qian Renxue's neck, chattering away.

"Sister, Jue wanted you to taste Mom's flavor!"

"Mom's flavor?!"

Qian Renxue was confused.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Qian Renjue hugged Qian Renxue even tighter, overjoyed.

With a soft voice, he said, "Sister, Jue kissed Mom earlier, and I even slept with Mom last night."

Qian Renjue then began recounting everything that had happened last night and this morning, as if it were a treasured story.

Qian Renxue listened, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had transpired.

She couldn't picture the scenes Qian Renjue was describing. But the fragrant, familiar scent emanating from him made it hard to doubt.

Hopeful and a little late to the realization, she pursed her lips, giving a wry smile.

She couldn't taste Bibi Dong's scent at all, just Qian Renjue's saliva, which carried a hint of sweetness of milk.

"Sister, how was it, how was it?"

Qian Renjue was still excited, looking at her with great anticipation.

Qian Renxue, feeling helpless but also doting, lifted her hand to rub his head. Her delicate face was tinged with a slight blush.

Softly, she said, "The taste was great. Sister will remember it. Thank you, Jue, for the gift."

"As long as Sister likes it... ow!"

Qian Renjue's smiling face suddenly twisted in pain, and he couldn't help but raise a hand to cover his injury.

"Jue, you're hurt!"

Qian Renxue finally noticed the large, bruised bump on his head and hurriedly removed her hand.

"Sister, it's just a small injury. Jue doesn't feel any pain... ah!"

Just as he was claiming not to be in pain, Qian Renxue gently touched the area, causing him to cry out involuntarily and lean pitifully against her.

"Sister, be gentle."

"Jue, did that woman push you again?!"

All curiosity about last night's events vanished from Qian Renxue's mind, replaced by a touch of resentment.

She held Qian Renjue close, her heart aching for him.

Qian Renjue covered his forehead with his hand, softly explaining, "Sister, it was Jue's fault, it was Jue..."

Qian Renxue didn't want to hear any more.

"Alright, Jue, no need to say more. Sister will take you back to find someone to treat it."

Before she even finished speaking, Qian Renxue was already pulling Qian Renjue back up the mountain.

Qian Renjue obediently followed along, whispering, "Sister, Jue really did sleep with Mom last night, and I really did kiss Mom earlier."

"Hmm, Sister believes you."

Qian Renxue responded gently.

Before long, they arrived where she had dropped her sword earlier.

As she was about to pick it up, Qian Renjue let go of her hand and bent down to pick it up himself.

"Sister, let Jue carry it for you."

"There's no need, Sister can carry it herself."

Qian Renxue shook her head, took the sword from his hand, and held his hand again to continue on.

Qian Renjue clung to her arm, cautiously asking, "Sister, are you angry?"

"Not at all."

Qian Renxue smiled, shaking her head.

"Sister just wants you to rest more. You probably didn't sleep well last night."

Seeing she wasn't angry, Qian Renjue relaxed and smiled, shaking his head.

"No, Jue slept very well, just didn't get enough sleep."

…

By the time Qian Renxue brought Qian Renjue back, Jiang Jun Douluo had already reported to Qian Daoliu. A healer from the Soul Master department was waiting outside the hall.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue understood that Qian Renjue's actions must have been tacitly approved by their grandfather.

"Grandpa, good morning!"

Qian Renjue waved at Qian Daoliu at the entrance, and Qian Renxue also greeted him softly.

"My adorable grandson! Haha."

Qian Daoliu laughed as he picked up Qian Renjue and headed toward the healer.

"Xiao Jue, you won't feel pain soon."

"Jue isn't in pain now."

Qian Renjue stubbornly shook his head.

"Haha."

Qian Daoliu couldn't help but laugh and turned to Qian Renxue, saying,

"Xue'er, breakfast is ready. You can take it back to eat today."

"Understood, Grandpa."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly. She had gotten up in a hurry and hadn't washed up, and neither had Qian Renjue. Taking breakfast back would mean one less trip.

…

After Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue washed up and started eating, two tall figures stood outside Bibi Dong's courtyard.

One of them had golden, wavy hair, a bewitching face, delicate skin, and a voluptuous buttock.

If it weren't for the Adam's apple, no one would think he was a man. At this moment, his face looked somewhat gloomy.

The other figure was cloaked in black, with every part of his body concealed, making it impossible to see his face.

They were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo of the Spirit Hall.

"Your Highness, the Saintess!"

The two bowed slightly as Bibi Dong stepped out of the house, their voices either sharp or hoarse.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, curiously eyeing the gloomy Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, what's the matter?"

"He lost a flower, that's all."

Ghost Douluo's nonchalant reply made Chrysanthemum Douluo grit his teeth in frustration.

"A flower? What flower?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrow, intrigued.

She knew Chrysanthemum loved flowers but also understood that as a titled Douluo, he wouldn't act like this over an ordinary flower.

"It was a nearly extinct Mother's Love Flower on the continent, a tricolor carnation!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but vent in a high-pitched voice, his face full of heartache.

Bibi Dong's face showed some surprise.

She glanced back at her flowerbed, where a tricolor carnation was indeed placed.

That child actually took Chrysanthemum Douluo's flower?

"That was something I worked so hard to cultivate!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice continued, sounding like a mix of frustration and mourning, as if he wanted the flower to live on in others' memories, never to be forgotten.

"The yellow represents infinite gratitude, the pink symbolizes eternal beauty, and the red signifies health and longevity. Each color has its own meaning! It's the most sincere blessing from children to their mother!"

Hearing these words, Bibi Dong was momentarily lost in thought. In the corner of her eye, the tricolor carnation seemed to emit a faint glow, almost blinding.

The more Chrysanthemum Douluo thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but look up to the sky and shout,

"Damn little thief!!"

"If I ever find out who stole my flower, I'll tear them apart!"

Before Chrysanthemum Douluo could finish speaking, Bibi Dong's face, which had just softened, suddenly turned cold.

She couldn't help but scold him,

"Enough!"

"Ah…"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's open mouth suddenly clamped shut. He looked at Bibi Dong in surprise.

"…"

Bibi Dong's angry expression froze for a moment, quickly concealed.

Feeling guilty, she turned around and closed the courtyard gate behind her.

Calmly, she said, "Elders, it's getting late. We should be on our way."

After speaking, Bibi Dong quickly locked the gate and began walking down the mountain without looking back.

"Old Ghost, what's wrong with Her Highness, the Saintess?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo temporarily forgot his sorrow, his mind full of questions.

"You probably annoyed her."

Elder Ghost's voice was as calm as a still water as he started walking after Bibi Dong.

"You damned ghost!"

Chrysanthemum gritted his teeth and cursed, quickly catching up and grabbing Ghost Douluo's arm, his previous sadness overwhelming him.

"Old Ghost, let me lean on your shoulder."

"Mm, do as you please."

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A bit spoiler : IT WILL BE A PURE RELATIONSHIP, NOT YOUR DEGENERATE FANTASY!

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